Just Trying To Overcome Dysfunction, Functionally
In Jp’s speech therapy waiting room -also known as the only place I get any peace lately- there is a clock. An old timey, counting-the-seconds-until-the-lunch-bell, clock. Now, in this digital age there is simply no excuse to have a clock that ticks like that. It’s insanity. It’s like being in the Breakfast Club with toys…
I know I said I would pop in and, I promise, I try. I am beat. There just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything that I want to. Unless I wanted to just give up sleep…which would be tempting if it was possible. I truly see I led a life of leisure…
I am freakishly consumed with practicing Vinyasa -or Flow- yoga. It is a practice of matching movement to breath. It is a relatively new preoccupation but one that is panning out to be a serious addiction. Being completely immersed in that moment of pure victory of extending into a full expression, all sweaty and accomplished,…
Do you know what I simply love and I could genuinely care less what anyone thinks about it? Reality television. The more inane and ridiculous the better. To me, it is like a McDonald’s cheeseburger. Is this tiny little garbage burger in any way nutritious or doing anything for me other than giving me indigestion?…
I know my way around an irrational sense of abandonment. Outside of my husband and son, I am mostly alone. Now mind you, I say this without any self-pity whatsoever, it is simply what is. When I was young I made three best friends in high school. Three of those wonderful friends that you can…
